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Lance had been too busy watching Gwin's lips as they whispered the spell to notice that the words were having an effect on him. Whenever she spoke, the words always arrowed straight to his heart. These words were no different. But instead of warming his heart, everything went cold.
“Lance? Lance!”
Gwin’s words fell away. The sound of his name moving farther and farther away from him even though she stood right in front of him. She reached out to him, running her fingers over his face, his chest. The cruel reality was that he felt none of her touch.
He was trapped in a nightmare. Unable to close his eyes as the real world continued to turn around him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He could barely think.
It felt like the phenomenon known as having a witch on your back. That pa
